On the first of May

Toads grow fat on stolen Hosts

In little boxes crucified

Bled and divined

When all the girls

Suckle beasts within their arms

Pact-bound familiars

Spill their guts on secrets spied

On Midsummer´s night

All true love is undisguised

In philtres foul by lasses cowled

Brewed and derived

Some fat of an unbaptized babe

A finger of a corpse

Dug up from the grave

Dating with Witchraft

And come the Fall

When the fires light the night

Summer´s love grown old and sad

Will die away

On Samhain´s eve

Blood of swine will wash them clean

From the memories good and bad

The spells of May

And for those still in dream

Summer´s green eternally

Stolen away by the Sidhe

Noone knows they´ve ever been

A tongue of a snake

The head of a dog

Ground mummy´s powder

Piss and snot

Dating with Witchcraft